Greetings blog readers, theatre lovers, and confused elderly. My name is Josh and I agreed to write this review. A colossally stupid idea that you must now bear the terrible brunt of. I’m sorry.
Ok, I saw The Book of Mormon (should this be in bold?) over at the Bank of America Theatre that Broadway in Chicago runs and I wish there were more things I could capitalize in this sentence, but there isn’t. I assume you have heard of this musical. If you haven’t, let me be the first to tell you- it is really good. It is the story of two young Mormons, Elder Price and Elder Cunningham, who venture out on the traditional two-year mission many Mormons undertake in that nebulous post-high school time of many an awakening. Instead of prayed-for Orlando, they are assigned to Uganda. Trey Parker, Robert Lopez, and Matt Stone(South Park shoutout, of course. And even Avenue Q. This is a theatre blog after all) immediately thrust the horrors of everyday Africa into our’s and the young Elder’s faces. Famine, poverty, AIDS, and the murderous reign of a chieftain named General Butt-F*@&ing Naked(David Aron Damane) are all played for irreverent laughs as the lyrics walk that fine line between offensive and hysterical. Some drama ensues, the boys face some doubts, and the Mormon religion is most certainly skewered. But in the end, I was left with the overwhelming sense that great things can be achieved if we work together, face our fears, and strive for the best. It’s an excellent musical.
I believe this is the part where I point out things that I thought were extra good. Well, Ben Platt is extra good. Platt plays Elder Cunningham and he does a phenomenal job. Hilarious and the absolute star of this show.
Alright, that is all I’ve got. I apologize you had to go through this, but you made it all the way to the end. An achievement you can hang your hat on.
Production photo by Joan Marcus